The office was unusually tense that morning, the hum of computers and phones seeming sharper, edgier. Adrian sat at his desk, fingers drumming impatiently against the polished surface, glancing at the inbox for updates. Isabella arrived moments later, laptop in hand, her expression tight with concern.
“Something’s happened,” she said quietly, lowering her voice as she approached his desk. “It’s a competitor. They’re aggressive, targeting our biggest clients. And… they’ve got someone in our circle feeding them information.”
Adrian’s jaw clenched, a flash of anger crossing his face. “A mole?” he asked, voice low, controlled but tense. “Do we know who?”
“Not yet,” Isabella admitted, eyes narrowing. “But they’re smart. Strategic. They’re trying to drive a wedge between us—both professionall
